VOTE HUMAN APE (Stay In Your Crate)

The fist smashed red button, it's a vision of hell
When possible target are you
High tech computers watching us from the sky
The enemy maybe it's you
Unholy wars in the name of the peace
You see every day on T.V.
How lucky you feel when you rest in a safe home
Drink coke and make barbeque

Dehumanized!
Creeping your life!

No more hope
There is no joke, but you can see that
Dope (drop by drop), feel the rope
Can't notice that 'cose you act like a dog!

Down on, from your knees
Can't smell the history breeze

Vote human ape!
Be the next hero!
They (soon) switch you to zero
Vote human ape!
Be other zero!
Stay in your crate and lick your ego!

They seat at their tables, designing your future
They laugh about your worm attitude
Had one micro solution for all humankind
Political reason they don't talk about!

The soldiers of fortune hunting a child
Who carry's a bomb from his mom
Over your safe walls watch this on screen
Next time the target is you!

Even if you're right, there's no ending to speak of
Nothing to concede, everybody pays toll
Live your fuckin' life, undestand what the rules are
Stupefied and dumb, you're no help at all
Governments don't last, power is corrupting
They ram this and that in your head and soul
Live a day on high wings, or a life an asshole
Who will give a fuck when you're dead and gone!

DREAMS OF FEAR

Generations coming
Climbing for survival
In a world of fears
Hordes of new pretenders
Politicians, liars
Crushing bones and tears
Poised to strike for gold
Minds corrupt and twisted
Ride the waves and struggle
Domination, hunger
New batch of diseases
Spread across the globe

In my dreams of fear
In my dreams of power!

I tried to win, i tried to fight
So many years
I always had to have my head banged on the wall
The desperation, the ineption of the system
Was crushing everything i ever tried to sow
We light the fuse, we watched burn
We laugh and cheer
We don't concern for nothing, but our own
The state of mind of wreck or old is not concerning
But that awaits, the scythe, the death, the empty cold

THE PRODUCER

Endulge me now you freak and live the fucking room
Promoter of so called new crap music school
You don't know rock'n'roll, you carbon copy roach
Sit in your comfy chair and eat shit with a spoon

What do you say?
How do you play, you prick!
What do you think?
What do you do?

Burn down the office tonight
Start farming tomorrow
Charity work now it's time
Or join the army you moron!

Collecting dust in ears it's what you people do
You praise the greenback daily (that's what they like to do)
Got nothing in the world but scheme or lie or cheat
You small time music teacher, producer sack of shit!

Start looking for a job and be a decent man
Forget the fraud, pay taxes, visit the church again
You lucky bastard better don't show your face too soon
We'll blow your ass ballistic and dump it on the moon!
(On the dark side)

BEHIND THE STONE

Can't play guitar
Don't seem to touch it
It's all so near, oh
The joy to watch it

What's going on?
Can anybody hear me?
Send me a sign
Brother! Yeah!

Sometimes i see the flashing lights
The memories of what we did
You live for me and get more done
The legacy of our deeds
Raise your glass and drink for me
Keep rolling, fighting, you hold the key
True music bursts with energy
Remember how it's used to be

Enter the zone now
Who troubles your mind
Forget the past friend
You're just a beam of light

Relieve the stage
Hear the crowd roar
It's all so near
It's all so bold